Chapter 3: Riding the Beast
Deshawn suddenly pulled his slick cock free with a wet pop that echoed sharply in the antiseptic air. "My turn to watch," he grunted, rolling Gigi off him onto the cold vinyl pad. "You gotta work for this cock now." He swung his legs off the bed and stood, the powerful muscles in his back flexing. Gigi watched, her breath catching, as he laid back down deliberately on the narrow clinical bed, spreading his thighs wide. "Get that sweet ass over here," he commanded, patting his hips.
Gigi hesitated for only a second, the memory of his thick seed still leaking inside her lace-covered pussy. She pushed herself up, shaky, and swung a leg over his hips, straddling him. The damp crotch of her soaked lace panties rested directly against his massive, pulsing cock. It twitched hard against her swollen lips through the thin, sticky fabric. She leaned forward, her small breasts swaying, and pressed her lips to his, tasting salt and her own arousal. His large hands immediately pawed at her tits, roughly kneading the soft flesh, pinching her nipples through the damp lace of her bra. "Fuck yes," he growled into her mouth, his hips lifting slightly to grind the thick shaft against her covered clit. "Grind that pretty pussy on it."
Gigi obeyed, rocking her hips, letting her slippery labia rub the entire length of his rigid cock through the soaked barrier. The friction was electric, a low hum of pleasure building despite the soreness. "Come on now, Ms. Gigi," Deshawn rasped, his fingers digging into her hips. "You can't keep this cock waiting." He smacked her ass hard. "Take it." She raised her hips slowly, the lace peeling wetly from his shaft. With one trembling hand, she hooked her fingers into the side of her panties, pulling the soaked fabric roughly aside to expose her glistening, swollen folds. Her other hand wrapped around the base of his cock, the heat and throb of it almost overwhelming. Guiding the broad, slick head to her entrance, she paused, feeling the immense pressure.
"Ease down on it," Deshawn urged, his voice thick. "Let that tight cunt stretch for what’s comin'." Gigi lowered herself slowly, inch by excruciating inch, her inner walls screaming as they stretched anew around his invading thickness. His cock felt impossibly large filling her this way. He groaned, his hands kneading her breasts harder as she sank down fully, impaled. "Now ride," he commanded, his eyes dark pools of hunger. "Ride this dick hard. It can take it." He smacked her ass again, the sharp crack echoing. "No soft fuckin' here."
Gigi gasped, the sharp sting from his slap merging with the deep ache of being stretched wide around his thickness. She braced her hands on his broad chest, slick with sweat, and lifted her hips slowly, feeling every ridge of his cock drag against her sensitive inner walls. "That's it," Deshawn growled, his hands clamping onto her waist like vices. "Now fuckin' drop." She slammed down hard, taking him deep, a ragged cry tearing from her throat as her cervix throbbed from the impact.
His hips pistoned upward to meet her, driving himself impossibly deeper with a wet slap that echoed off the sterile tiles. "Ride it like you mean it, Ms. Gigi," he commanded, his voice gravelly, eyes locked on her bouncing breasts. She rocked faster, her thighs burning, the soaked lace of her panties chafing against her swollen lips where they were pulled aside. Each downward plunge forced a grunt from him, his fingers digging bruises into her hips. "This married pussy still hungry?" he taunted, grinding upward as she rose. "Still beggin' for more dick?"
She whimpered, the relentless friction against her clit building a coil of white-hot pressure low in her belly. Deshawn sat up abruptly, wrapping one arm around her back to crush her against him, his other hand fisting in her short natural hair. "Scream," he ordered against her ear, biting her neck as he thrust upward violently. The coil snapped. Her back arched, muscles locking, as raw, blinding ecstasy detonated through her core. SHE SCREAMS.
The raw scream tore through the clinical air, echoing off the sterile tiles and plastic mannequins, a primal sound ripped from her throat as her body arched violently against Deshawn's crushing hold. His fingers tightened in her short hair, pulling her head back sharply, exposing the column of her throat as his other arm banded like steel across her back, forcing her chest flush against his sweat-slick torso. "Yeah, scream, baby," he growled against her neck, biting the tender skin, his hips pistoning upward, driving his thick cock impossibly deeper into her spasming cunt, milking her orgasm. "Scream how good my dick ruins you."
Her inner walls pulsed violently around his invading thickness, clenching and rippling with the aftershocks flooding her system, the soaked lace of her panties scraping roughly against her swollen outer lips where they were pulled aside. Deshawn didn't relent; he ground his hips hard against hers, the coarse hair at his base grinding her oversensitive clit, prolonging the shudders wracking her frame. "Fuck, feel that married pussy grip me," he rasped, his breath hot on her ear. "Gripping like it never wants to let go." He held her clamped tight against him, his cock buried to the root as her tremors slowly subsided into ragged gasps. "You ain't done."
He released his grip on her hair, but his arm remained locked across her back. With his free hand, he grabbed her ass cheek hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh, pulling her hips roughly forward, then shoving her back down onto his impaling length. "Come on, Ms. Gigi," he commanded, his voice rough, demanding. "Still got work to do." He guided her hips into a slow, grinding circle, the thick shaft dragging exquisitely against her raw inner walls. "Ride. This. Dick." Each word was punctuated by a sharp upward thrust that made her gasp. "Harder than you ride that husband." She moaned, the soreness mixing with renewed, treacherous heat as his persistent command cut through her fading haze. "Show me how this sweet, married cunt takes every inch." He slapped her ass again, the sharp crack echoing. "Ride it like you own it. Like you need it."
Gigi braced her hands harder on his sweat-slicked pectorals, the muscles taut beneath her palms. She lifted her hips, feeling the slick drag as his girth stretched her entrance anew. The cooling mess trapped inside her by the lace panties shifted, a visceral reminder of his earlier claim. She met his dark, hungry gaze, seeing only raw expectation. Sucking in a ragged breath, she slammed herself down, taking him deep with a force that drove the air from both their lungs. Deshawn groaned, a deep, satisfied rumble.
Deshawn’s groan vibrated through her palms pressed against his chest as Gigi slammed down again, impaling herself completely on his massive cock. "Fuck yeah, just like that," he rasped, his calloused thumbs digging into the soft flesh spilling over the top of her lace bra. She rode him with desperate strength now, each downward plunge forcing choked gasps from her throat, her inner walls burning with the exquisite stretch around his thick girth. Sweat slicked their joined bodies, the harsh fluorescents gleaming off dark skin.
His large hands clamped hard on her ass cheeks, fingers sinking deep as he drove her down onto him, matching her rhythm with powerful upward thrusts. "This is how a married pussy gets ruined," he grunted, the wet slap of flesh echoing sharply. "Ruined by real dick." She felt the familiar coil tightening impossibly low in her belly, her clit throbbing where it rubbed against his coarse pubic hair with every impact. "Gonna cum?" he demanded, a feral edge in his voice. "Cum all over this cock!"
The command shattered her last restraint. SHE SCREAMED again, her body seizing violently, muscles locking as blinding white pleasure detonated from her core. Her cunt convulsed, spasming wildly, clamping down with excruciating pressure on his invading thickness. Deshawn roared, his hips snapping up off the vinyl pad, burying himself impossibly deep as his own release surged. THEY BOTH CUM AGAIN. Hot, thick pulses flooded her already overflowing channel, scalding her sensitive walls as he emptied himself inside her trembling body. SHE COLLAPSES ONTO DESHAWN, chest heaving, slick skin pressed together, utterly spent.
HE SAID NOW THAT’S HOW A REAL MAN FEELS INSIDE YOU, his voice a guttural growl against her damp temple. THEY KISSED, a slow, deep, possessive claiming of her mouth, tasting salt and exhaustion. HE PINCHED HER NIPPLES through the damp lace, the sharp bite making her whimper into the kiss.
20 MINUTES LATER HIS COCK SLIPPED OUT with a wet, sucking sound, followed instantly by a warm gush between her thighs. THE PANTY SLID BACK TO COVER HER SLIT, the soaked lace pressing sticky and cold against her swollen folds. THEY GOT UP AND GOT DRESSED in near silence, the clinical air thick with the reek of sex and impending awkwardness. THE BED WAS A MESS, the white vinyl smeared obscenely, the sheet damp and crumpled. DESHAWN SAID, LOOK WHAT WE COULD HAVE BEEN DOING ALL THESE YEARS IF YOU JUST WERE HONEST TO YOURSELF, buttoning his shirt, his dark gaze holding hers with unnerving intensity.
HE SAYS THAT HE HAS TO GET GOING. AS HE REACHED DOWN TO PRESS AGAINST HER PUSSY THROUGH THE DRESS, the pressure firm against her aching flesh. “TAKE CARE OF MY LITTLE SWIMMERS, I KNOW THEY’RE LOVING THEIR NEW HOME." HE KISSED HER AGAIN, brief and hard, tasting like possession, AND LEAVES.
SHE CLEANS UP THE ROOM, disinfecting surfaces with trembling hands, the sharp scent burning her nose, trying to erase the evidence. SHE PACKED UP TO GO HOME, her floral dress feeling like a flimsy disguise. DRIVING HOME, HER MIND RACED, replaying the raw sounds, the brutal stretch, the claiming heat inside her. SHE COULD FEEL THE PRESSURE OF DESHAWN’S MASSIVE LOADS INSIDE HER, a heavy, wet weight deep in her belly, AND HER PANTY STUCK TO HER BODY, a sodden, cold reminder against her skin.
The wet pressure of Deshawn’s massive loads sat heavy and deep in her belly, a sloshing, insistent reminder as the sodden lace panty clung coldly to her swollen folds. Gigi gripped the steering wheel tighter, knuckles white, the scent of antiseptic and sex thick in her car despite the open window. Each bump in the road sent a fresh wave of slick wetness seeping from her stretched lips, soaking further into the scrap of lace plastered against her skin. "Fuck," she breathed, the vulgarity tasting raw and necessary in the quiet car.
She pulled into her driveway, the sight of Marcus pushing the mower across their neat lawn sparking a jagged spike of adrenaline. Relief warred with sickening guilt as she watched his broad back, sweat darkening his t-shirt, utterly unaware of the viscous claim pooling inside his wife. She forced a breath, plastered on a semblance of normalcy, and slipped inside the blessedly quiet house. "Just me!" she called out, her voice sounding brittle even to her own ears, met only by the distant drone of the mower.
Upstairs, the bedroom felt oppressively normal. She fumbled with the zipper on her floral dress, the fabric sticking uncomfortably around her waistband where Deshawn’s release had soaked through the lace. She peeled it off roughly, wincing at the damp patch on the fabric, the faint, unmistakable musk rising from it. Then came the panties. She hooked her thumbs into the soaked waistband and peeled them down her hips, the lace tugging painfully at her swollen, sensitive flesh before finally releasing with a wet, sucking sound. They landed in the sink with a damp plop beside the dress, a cold, sticky puddle already forming beneath them, a damning exhibit.
The shower spray hit like a benediction. Gigi gasped as steaming water sluiced over her aching shoulders, her bruised hips, the deep soreness radiating from her well-used cunt. She stood under the torrent, letting the heat seep into her muscles, washing away the stickiness on her thighs, the crusted evidence on her stomach. She watched, numbly, as milky rivulets, thick with Deshawn’s seed, streamed down her inner legs and swirled at her feet before disappearing down the drain. She soaped herself fiercely, scrubbing at her skin, her breasts still tender from his rough handling, her neck stinging where his teeth had marked her. How do you recover from that? she thought, the scalding water failing to cleanse the memory of his brutal possession, his thick cock splitting her open, the guttural commands, the sheer, overwhelming weight of him claiming her on that sterile bed. The hot water ran clear, but the violation, the raw, undeniable aftermath, felt tattooed onto her bones.